"Ye Yunlun invites me? Without a bit of sincerity, tell him to come see me himself."
Chen Yang glanced at Ma Guofeng, smiled indifferently, and took a seat on the iron chair. Picking up the still-lit cigarette butt from the table, he took a drag with a calm and composed demeanor, completely disregarding the mayor and even addressing him by name.
Liao Zhibin was dumbfounded. To what kind of person had he offended? The mayor was inviting him to his office, yet he said the other lacked sincerity.
By this time, Liao Zhibin had completely given up hope. He knew that having crossed such a person, his career was over, and he would likely spend the latter half of his life in prison.
Ma Guofeng, watching the arrogant Chen Yang, felt a surge of anger, but thinking of Chen Yang's importance to Elder Ye, he suppressed his rage, fell silent, and turned to go to his office to find Ye Yunlun.
